The green camphor tree has a deep view

Chapter 150 You can withdraw at any time

"What's the matter?"

"Fang Ziming came to North City and was on the first floor of the hotel. He took the initiative to call me and had a meal with me." Lao Ge reported truthfully.

"He also lives in Yongfeng?" Song Jingshen asked.

"Yes. He said he came here to enjoy the snow, but the snow hasn't fallen in the north city yet. I think he came here specifically to stare at you."

"What did he talk to you about?"

"He asked me about the cash flow of the project. According to the agreement, we have the obligation to report the financial situation to him, but I couldn't tell him the specific data, so I asked the finance department to send him the data, and he didn't say anything else. However," Lao Ge paused and his tone became heavier, "in addition to cash flow, he also had questions about the implementation process of the base project, but this involves commercial secrets, so I can't disclose it, and he didn't delve into it."

"Well, I'm worried about the project landing..." Song Jingshen seemed to be talking to himself, "What were you doing when signing the agreement and investing money?"

"Yes, after we finalized the process and time schedule, we sent him all the details, but he didn't raise any objections. But now he comes to talk about these things. It's like he's looking for trouble!" Lao Ge said worriedly.

"Tell him to come to me if he has anything to do." Song Jingshen said, "I want to see what he is up to."

"You have to be careful too. I always feel like something is out of the ordinary, and it's directed at you."

"I know." Song Jingshen turned sideways and glanced at the dining table. Wen Qing was looking down at the red wine in the decanter, looking like a greedy cat.

"If we don't give them some bait, when will they show up?" The man turned around and faced the deep blue night outside the window. "It's a boil, it will fester sooner or later. It's better to catch them sooner rather than later. I'll stick with you till the end."

After hanging up the phone, Song Jingshen walked back to the dining table leisurely and saw that Wen Qing had already sat back down and seemed to have no interest in the red wine.

He picked up the decanter, turned his wrist and shook it, causing the wine to swirl, staining the glass inside the vessel with a layer of dark red film, which soon gathered into thin streams and flowed down the inner wall.

"This is called wall hanging." Song Jingshen told her, "If the wall hanging is even and delicate, it means the wine is mellow and tastes stronger."

Wen Qing: "I just saw that there is sediment in the wine."

"It should be the wine lees. This bottle of wine is old, so it's normal to have sediment."

"Well, your wine must be good. I was worrying too much." Wen Qing breathed a sigh of relief, lowered her head, picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of stir-fried kidney beans, and said to Song Jingshen, "Then I'll eat first."

"Would you like to try this wine?"

“I only drink beer.”

"You can learn."

"I don't want to learn." Wen Qing refused bluntly, "There's no need to learn. Once I leave this school, I will never see such expensive wine again."

"This wine is only worth a few dollars." Song Jingshen laughed, "Follow me, you will have plenty of opportunities to drink this kind of wine."

"..." Wen Qing buried her head in her food and said nothing.

Song Jingshen seemed to understand something, and his tone suddenly became heavy: "You mean, you will never have anything to do with me again in the future?"

"Cough cough..." Wen Qing choked, her face flushed red, and she quickly picked up the cup of water.

"Eat slowly." Song Jingshen quickly stood up, walked around the table, and patted her shaking shoulders hard.

Wen Qing drank a few sips of water and managed to catch her breath: "I... I'm fine."

She looked up at him, her eyes wet and red at the corners of her eyes: "I'm not saying we're breaking up, I'm just not used to this lifestyle."

"What kind of lifestyle? You can't adapt to drinking red wine?" Song Jingshen looked at her and asked another question, "Is that why you don't want to be with me?"

"The gap between us is really huge, we have to admit that," Wen Qing said.

"No matter how big the gap is, we are all human beings. It's normal for a man to like a woman."

Wen Qing tilted her head and thought about it, then laughed, "That's right. In your opinion, no problem is a problem."

"So, what's your problem?"

"No one can solve my problem." Wen Qing shook her head, picked up the water glass, and drank it all in one gulp, as if she was drinking.

"You still don't believe me." At some point, Song Jingshen walked back to his seat and sat down, holding his chin with one hand and playing with the wine glass with the other, but his eyes were always fixed on the person opposite him.

"There's no trust between us." Wen Qing smiled at him, stood up, took the decanter, and poured the red wine into his glass.

"Then what am I to you?" Song Jingshen's eyes moved slightly, and he suddenly felt a little drunk. He didn't want to face reality anymore and just hoped that she would give him the answer he wanted.

However, the woman opposite was not drunk. Her plain face was cold and indifferent, like a crescent moon.

"The sponsor." Wen Qing answered calmly.

"Oh, you're not shy about it."

Wen Qing laughed bitterly at herself: "After returning to my hometown, I became more shameless."

Song Jingshen suddenly felt a faint bitterness in his heart, and he quickly took a sip of wine to suppress it.

But the tongue was soaked in the grabbing tannins, and a strong astringent feeling instantly rose, wrapped in the damp aroma of wood, domineeringly occupying the entire nasal cavity.

"Isn't it tasty?" Seeing that he frowned slightly and looked worried, Wen Qing played the role of a sweet talker at the right time.

"It's indeed not suitable for you." Song Jingshen put down his wine glass and picked up his chopsticks to eat.

"I guess so." Wen Qing stood up again, scooped the lobster risotto into a small celadon bowl and placed it next to him.

Having dined with him a few times, he seemed to only like using celadon.

"Although I have never drunk red wine, I have heard some knowledge about red wine from Senior Sister Zhu Yu. Unlike beer, red wine is divided into New World and Old World. Old World red wine emphasizes tradition, has strict origins, and has a heavy and complex taste. New World red wine is not so particular and is more popular among young people."

While he was eating, Wen Qing talked freely, trying not to make the conversation dull: "For someone like me who has never drunk red wine, drinking a high-year vintage wine right away is just a waste of food."

She finished her words with a smile, and when she saw that he had no reaction, she felt a little disappointed, but she quickly concealed it and prepared to get up and pour him some tea.

"Why don't you eat something?" Song Jingshen held her attentive hand and dragged her to the dining table. "Are you full after eating a few beans?"

"I just drank beer. I'm not hungry yet." Wen Qing sat back obediently, but asked carefully, "What kind of tea do you want to drink? Can I still drink tea after drinking red wine?"

She looked at him seriously, with worry in her eyes: "Don't eat something inappropriate."

Song Jingshen did not answer, but just looked at her quietly, his eyes deep and unblinking.

Wen Qing couldn't help but hold her breath, feeling a wave of fear in her heart, but she tried hard to hide it on her face, showing a calm expression.

It was like a different world, and Song Jingshen slowly spoke:

"Did you receive a mission before you came here?"

"What?" Wen Qing's heart twitched and her eyes flickered.

"Did you promise someone something that you need me to fulfill?"

Song Jingshen's eyes were as calm as water, but behind that calmness, there seemed to be an impending storm.

"I don't understand what you are saying." Wen Qing took a deep breath and said calmly.

When the time came, she was no longer afraid.

"It's best if you don't understand." Song Jingshen smiled lightly, showing a hint of teasing and playing of a superior, "I hope your understanding of this matter is like that of red wine, which is only known on paper but without any actual contact."

"What is it?" Wen Qing said seriously, "If you doubt me, I can withdraw from the base project at any time and stay away from you. I will never let you take any risks."

"Want to run? Not that easy." Song Jingshen sneered, "You'd better stay here and don't do anything fancy, otherwise you will regret it."